Scarlet eyes, a doorway to her soul.
She closes it from the world,
behind a heavy lid,
a thick lash line,
a Vampire’s threshold.
stare into dreams that blur as nightmares from her past.
That canvas white of rolled eyes,
allows you to paint,
a soul to delight your imagination.
Those dreams overflow with emotion.
because of love.
Her waterlines flood,
spill out her iris,
She cups her chest,
so it does not break apart.
The pain cascades through her,
the want becomes unbearable
the function is mindless without her.
Her nightmare now becomes
Tattered and torn.
The noir shadows,
the battle dust to war
Her great white hair,
her belief to storms weathered.
Refocuses your thought from hardened youth,
to a sleepless whore,
A soldiers past,
a General of her craft.
Her purity is soiled from the roughness of concrete.
Inside she remains soft as silk,
a kitten lapping milk.
the night encounters her to climb the stairway.
With naked breasts,
that cadaverous body,
as your succubus,
Photo credit : 2013 Luis Royo. March 2014 Calendar.